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He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

PART 1. When i was 23 yrs old I already had some hot PNP and read so many hot stories online about getting slammed and getting pozzed that I started to fantasize about how it would be. After 1,5 years I finally made the decision to find someone that could introduce me to getting slammed first. I went online and met a 22 yr old German boy called Matteo who lived in Amsterdam. He was also into pnp, bare, assplay and fisting and had been slamming for 3 years. He told me that he love introducing young guys to it. We decided to meet up that weekend and slam together. When I arrived a the station he was already waiting for me. After we talked a bit he told me that we first had to get some supplies at his dealer. We took the metro and after 15 minutes we arrive at a house with tinted windows. After ringing the doorbell a ripped 30 yr old black guy in basketball shorts opened the door and introduced himself as Gio. He let us in to a living room with a couch and several mattresses on the floor. We talked a bit and after a while he asked what we were up too. We told him that we were going to slam and that it's going to be my first time. He told us that this sounded hot and asked if he could record my first slam and that in return he would supply as much T as we wanted without charge. This offer was too good to pass up so we both started to take off our clothes. I have seen some nude pictures he'd sent me online but seeing his hot tattooed body in real-life made me so horny. Gio prepared the slams together with Matteo. When we sat on the couch Gio began filming. Matteo asked me if I wanted to get higher than I ever was before. After i nodded Matteo tied off my bicep, found a vein and slowly injected me. When the rubber band was released the heat started to spread thru my veins and I started couching. My brain went into overdrive and I became hornier than I ever was before. I let my self slide from the couch onto the mattress. My 7" dick was rock hard and was oozing a continuous stream of pre-cum. Then Matteo slammed himself which was so fucking hot to see. After coughing he climbed on top of me and started to ride my hard cock. Gio was stroking his huge 13" black cock and asked if he could join in. Matteo looked at me and we both smiled and I said 'Hell yeah!'. He stood up and grabbed his dick in one hand and with the other hand he slowly slid a point into one of the bulging veins on top. He massage his long cock and after couching he then tied off his balls and cock with a shoelace which made his cock swell up even bigger. He then pushed Matteo down on top of me and began to shove his lubed cock beside mine in the boys ass. Matteo let out a howl and after taking it ball deep he started to relax. After 15 minutes of hard fucking he pulled out and said 'Time to switch up'. Matteo climbed of me and grabbed the lube. knowing that I cleaned out before coming over he started to finger my ass. I pulled up my legs and felt him slowly stretching me up. After adding another finger every several minutes his hand began to slide into my ass . Then Gio got a glass pipe and started blowing clouds. I felt Matteo's hand slowly forming into a fist and after a couple of punches it was pulled out leaving my ass gaping. Gio handed the pipe to the Matteo and moved between my legs and rammed his cock in my ass. Feeling his the big cock head pressing against my inner ring. He then pulled out and got a little bag and sprinkled some white powder on the head. Matteo was sitting beside us blowing clouds. He started saying things as 'Yeah fuck that whore' and 'Fuck him raw and deep'. The Gio slid his Tina covered dick back inside and I felt how my insides began to burn. After hitting the ring again he began pressing harder and grabbed my nipples and began twisting them. My mind wanted only one thing and that was to be his hole so being fisted deep before I started to take deep breaths. And slowly I felt my inner ring giving way and his cock sank deep. He then applied lube to his balls and grabbed them tight and started to press them inside my hole and after they popped in he began to move his hips back and forth. He then grabbed my nipples and started to pull and twist them harder. The pain made me tens up and he started to moan harder and thrust his hips harder. I then felt his cock swell up inside. Matteo was stroking his 8.5" tattooed cock and began to say things as 'Yeah Fill this slut like you did to me' and 'Make him pregnant'. I joined him by begging Gio to breed me deep with his huge black cock'. This took him over the edge and unload big ropes of cum deep inside me. After he pulled out he shoved his cream covered cock deep inside Matteo's throat making him gag. After 5 minutes he pulled out because he heard the doorbell and said 'customers'. Matteo lay down next to me catching his breath. Then we heard the dealer coming back inside the room followed by two scally lads in tracksuits. 'Don't mind them' said the dealer to the lads. We saw how they did some business. One of the lads kept looking at Matteo and then asked if he was at the bathhouse two days ago getting gang banged. Matteo nodded. Then the lad said to his friend 'Remember that I told you yesterday that there was a hot slut tied up in a sling getting pounded by at least 15 guys? That's him! Too bad that I had to work that night, otherwise I would've joined in'. Gio leaned towards the lads and whispered something. The lads said 'YEAH!' and Gio gave them an extra baggy. Gio then walked over towards us and said 'Listen sluts. I just paid these lads for some hot fucking. So get ready for them'. Matteo knew exactly what that meant so he pulled me up and I followed him to the kitchen.

Started quoting dicks I liked, and was just adding all of them. That really sums me up. These are from a year ago or so before caging.

A Friday night a couple weekends ago. I wasn't working but up late as I typically work nights. Cute 21yo twink hits me up on sniffies with pics of him spreading his cheeks on the subway. Fucking slut, I love it. He invites me over quickly. Gives me the code to his building and directions to find him in the laundry room in the basement of his building. I find him on all fours, naked except for a grey hoodie and sneakers. He asked if I had a ski mask, so I'm wearing something similar. This kid is gonna be such a cruiser pig... I hand him the poppers he requested I bring as I tongue his tiny twink ass, stroking my cock. After he takes a big huff of poppers I spit on his hole and my cock and press into his hole. After a gasp he melts onto my cock, pushing back on it with a hunger. After a few minutes, he asks to move to his apt to finish, as the floor of the laundry room was getting uncomfortable. Sure. As we move, I can tell he must have just got back from the bars. He leads me into his apt and room, drops his things, and gets ass up on the bed. I take the cue, grab some lube from the nightstand and mount him again, pounding his hole deeper. He asks to move to the floor because the bed was too loud haha After a few more minutes he can't take anymore. I pull out to jerk off and ask him where he wants my load as I'm stroking close to nutting. "Wherever..." he whimpers, my thumb in his hole. With that I stick my cock back in him and drive it deep as I unload. He climbs into his bed as I dress and let myself out. Never got his name or discussed a condom.

The industrial warehouse on the edge of the city loomed like a forgotten relic, its brick facade scarred by graffiti and years of neglect. Inside, Studio 7 buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of moans from adjacent sets. Tyler, an 18-year-old fresh out of high school from a sleepy suburb, had answered the online ad on a lark. 'Entry-level adult film extras wanted—no experience necessary. Easy money, quick shoot.' He'd lied about his age in the application to make 18 sound more seasoned, but his boyish face and slim, untouched body screamed virgin. At 5'7" with messy blond hair, smooth pale skin, and wide hazel eyes full of naive hope, Tyler dreamed of escaping his dead-end life. He wore faded jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a plain gray hoodie, his sneakers squeaking on the concrete floor as he clutched a crumpled resume. The receptionist, a bored woman in her 40s with a cigarette dangling from her lips, barely glanced up. 'Tyler? Director's in back. Sign this waiver—standard stuff.' The paper blurred under his nervous fingers: releases for nudity, penetration, group scenes. He skimmed it, heart pounding, and scribbled his name. She buzzed him through a heavy door into a dimly lit space that smelled of stale sweat, lube, and industrial cleaner. Cameras on tripods flanked a raised platform with a stained mattress, flanked by folding chairs and scattered props—handcuffs, bottles of oil, a duffel of toys. Director Vance, a wiry man in his 50s with a ponytail and a perpetual smirk, waved him over. 'Kid, you look fresh. Virgin? Perfect for the 'innocent twink' vibe. We're shooting a daddy-dom scene today. You'll pair with Big Ron—our star bear. Lights, camera, action in ten. Strip to your undies and wait.' Two cameramen—burly guys named Mike and Luis—adjusted lenses, chuckling under their breath. A sound guy fiddled with mics, and in the corner, a producer typed on a laptop. Tyler's stomach flipped. 'Wait, like... full penetration? I thought it was just posing.' Vance laughed, clapping his shoulder too hard. 'Read the fine print, boy. This is pro porn. You back out now, no pay. But finish the scene, and you're walking with five hundred. Ron's hung like a horse—gonna make you a star.' Tyler swallowed, peeling off his hoodie and jeans, left in white briefs that did little to hide his soft cock. He sat on the edge of the mattress, knees bouncing, as the crew prepped. Then Big Ron lumbered in, a mountain of flesh at 6'5" and over 300 pounds. Late 40s, with a greasy beard streaked gray, rolls of fat cascading over his belt, and hairy arms like tree trunks. His gut hung heavy, straining a stained tank top, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the short walk. He reeked—unwashed body odor mixed with old cum and something sour, like days-old cheese. 'Fresh meat,' Ron grunted, eyeing Tyler like a meal. He stripped without ceremony, tank top hitting the floor to reveal sagging moobs dusted with coarse black hair, a belly that jiggled with each step. His cargo shorts dropped, unleashing thighs thick as Tyler's waist and, finally, his cock: a monster, twelve inches soft, thickening to fourteen erect, as girthy as a wrist. The foreskin clung tight, packed with yellow-white smegma that crusted the head and shaft, the stench hitting Tyler like a wall—cheesy, rancid, making his eyes water. 'Action!' Vance barked. Lights blazed hot on Tyler's skin. Ron grabbed him by the hair, yanking him to his knees on the hard platform. 'Suck it, boy. Clean daddy's dirty dick.' Tyler gaped, the cheesy cock slapping his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. 'I... I can't—it's filthy!' But Ron shoved forward, the bloated head forcing past his lips, smegma flaking onto his tongue—bitter, gritty, like spoiled milk. Tyler retched, but Ron held his head firm, thrusting shallowly to coat his mouth. 'Lick it clean, virgin slut. Taste what a real man's packing.' Tyler choked, saliva mixing with the cheese as he lapped tentatively, tongue scraping the folds under the foreskin. The flavor burned, acrid and overwhelming, but Ron's grip tightened, fucking his face deeper. Inches slid in, stretching Tyler's jaw until it ached, the girth bulging his throat. Gags wracked him, tears streaming as Ron's balls—hairy, sweat-slick—smacked his chin. 'Deeper, bitch. Gag on daddy's cheesy meat.' The crew filmed close-ups, Mike zooming on the drool bubbling out, Luis capturing Tyler's flushed face. Ron's hips bucked harder, the dirty shaft pistoning, smegma dissolving into a slimy froth that dripped down Tyler's chin onto his chest. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, Ron pulled out with a wet pop, his cock now slick and semi-hard, cheese residue clinging to Tyler's lips. 'Bend over the bed, ass up. Time to pop that cherry.' Tyler scrambled onto the mattress, trembling, briefs ripped down to expose his smooth, pink hole—virgin tight, untouched. Ron rummaged in the duffel, grabbing lube and the largest condom they had, extra-thick magnum size. He slathered his cock, the rubber straining as he rolled it on, the latex creaking over the veined length. But it barely fit, the tip peeking out, material taut. 'Please... be gentle. I'm scared,' Tyler whimpered, face buried in the sheets. Ron snorted, spitting on his hole before jamming two thick fingers in dry. Tyler yelped, the intrusion burning like fire, his ring clenching futilely. Ron twisted them roughly, scissoring to stretch, adding a third without warning—knuckles deep, probing the walls until Tyler sobbed. 'Tight as fuck. Gonna wreck this boypussy.' He yanked his fingers free, positioned the head at Tyler's pucker, and shoved. The breach was agony. The condom-sheathed cockhead popped past the rim, tearing a scream from Tyler as three inches sank in. 'Stop! It's ripping me!' But Ron gripped his hips, fat fingers digging bruises, and thrust harder—half his length burying in one go, the girth splitting Tyler's ass wide. Blood welled immediately, the virgin hole resisting the invasion, micro-tears forming from the sheer size. Ron pulled back slightly, the condom slick with red streaks, then rammed forward again, bottoming out with a grunt. Tyler's body jerked, ass clenching in pain, the burn radiating through his core. 'Fuck, you're bleeding already, kid. Take daddy's fat cock.' Ron set a merciless pace, hips slamming forward, his belly slapping Tyler's back with wet thuds. Each plunge dragged against the torn walls, blood lubricating the slide but amplifying the raw friction. Tyler clawed the mattress, crying out, 'It hurts too much! Pull out—please!' The condom stretched thinner with every thrust, latex groaning under the strain. Ron's cheesy cock—now buried deep—pounded Tyler's prostate, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure amid the torment, his own dick leaking onto the sheets. Sweat poured off Ron, dripping onto Tyler's skin, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The crew cheered softly, cameras rolling. Deeper in, Ron's rhythm turned feral, grunting like an animal. On a particularly vicious thrust—full force, balls-deep—the condom gave with a sharp snap. Tyler felt it: the sudden bare heat, the loss of barrier, Ron's raw skin grinding directly against his ravaged insides. 'What— the condom broke! Stop, you're bare!' Ron laughed, a deep belly rumble, not slowing. 'Oops. Guess you're getting daddy's load raw now.' He pinned Tyler's shoulders down, fucking harder, the broken latex shreds scraping inside. Blood squelched with each pump, Tyler's hole gaping wider, torn edges inflamed and bleeding freely down his thighs. 'No, no—cum outside! I don't want it!' Tyler begged, voice breaking into sobs, but Ron's weight crushed him, cock swelling thicker bare. The orgasm hit Ron like a freight train. He roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded—thick ropes of cum blasting into Tyler's guts, hot and forceful. Pulse after pulse, flooding the battered channel, overflowing to mix with blood in pinkish drips. Ron ground in, milking every drop, his cheesy seed marking the virgin deep. Tyler shuddered, his body betraying him with a weak spurt of his own cum, ass milking involuntarily around the invading shaft. Ron pulled out with a obscene slurp, a gush of cum and blood following, Tyler's hole twitching open, unable to close—puffy, wrecked, leaking steadily. He curled up, weeping, ass throbbing in fire. 'Cut? Nah, keep rolling,' Vance said, grinning. 'Crew, you earned a bonus. Gangbang the twink—bareback only. Poz that boy good.' Tyler froze, eyes widening in horror. 'What? No— I didn't sign up for this! Stop the cameras!' But Mike and Luis were already stripping, cocks hard and out—Mike's seven inches cut and veined, Luis's thicker with a curve. The sound guy, a lean twink named Alex, joined, his dick average but eager. Even Vance unzipped, revealing a modest shaft. Ron stepped back, stroking his spent cock, watching. They swarmed him. Mike grabbed Tyler's arms, pinning them behind his back, while Luis flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide. 'Please... no more. It hurts so bad—I'm bleeding!' Tyler cried, thrashing weakly. Luis spat on his cock and rammed in bare, no prep—the cum-slick hole offering little resistance but reigniting the agony. 'Shut up and take it, slut. We're all poz—gonna load you up.' He fucked rough, hips pistoning, cock churning the mess inside, blood and cum frothing out. Tyler screamed, tears soaking the mattress, begging, 'Stop! I'll do anything—just stop!' But Mike forced his cock into Tyler's mouth, face-fucking him while Luis pounded his ass. The thrusts were brutal—Luis's balls slapping the torn rim, drawing fresh blood, each plunge tearing deeper. Alex knelt beside, jerking off onto Tyler's back, then swapped with Luis, his slimmer dick sliding in easier but no less vicious, hammering the prostate until Tyler's cries muffled around Mike's shaft. They rotated relentlessly. Vance took a turn in Tyler's ass, gripping his hair and yanking his head back as he thrust—short, angry jabs that made Tyler's body jolt. 'Cry all you want, kid. This is the industry.' Cum leaked from every load: Luis first, grunting as he bred deep, hot seed joining Ron's. Then Alex, whining as he unloaded, pulling out halfway to let some splatter Tyler's cheeks before shoving back in. Mike flipped Tyler over, legs hooked over shoulders, and drilled down—bare cock spearing the bloody hole, making Tyler arch and sob, 'Mercy... please, it burns! I'm gonna break!' Vance finished last, barebacking with clinical efficiency, flooding Tyler's guts while choking him lightly on the neck. 'One more for the road.' Cum overflowed, pooling under Tyler's ass, the ring swollen to twice its size, raw and lacerated, blood trickling in steady rivulets. The men were poz—viral loads high, intentional breeders in this underground scene—ensuring Tyler's infection with every bare thrust and deposit. Finally, they stepped back, zipping up, laughing as Tyler lay wrecked—body shaking, face streaked with tears and spit, ass a ruined, gaping wound leaking a cocktail of cum, blood, and shame. 'Good take. Kid, you're hired if you want round two,' Vance said, tossing a wad of cash that bounced off Tyler's thigh. The cameras stopped, lights dimmed, but the pain didn't. Tyler curled fetal, sobs wracking him, the warmth inside turning to dread. Days later, the test confirmed it: positive, poz from the raw gang load. Scars etched his hole—physical tears healing slow, psychological ones festering. In quiet moments, the memories replayed: the cheese, the break, the endless begging ignored. Broken, bred, forever changed.

I love getting fucked totally naked and vulnerable!

HECTOR and MIKE are STRAIGHT Here is my story. Some of you may find the first few Chapters less of a turn on than later ones. I want you to read them but feel free to skip down. Chapter 1 My girlfriend Sara says I’m straight and she knows the story (mostly). So does Mike’s wife Nan. Mike and me met on a job over a decade ago. Construction can be an awesome way to earn cash if you got friends on a job, If not it can suck as bad as your kid brother does. He was 18 and this was his first site job. New guys get hazed a lot. He thought that because he was a big guy and muscled no one would mess with him. But we did. Some how though Mike and I hit it off right away and he looked to me like his protector. I never hardly stopped the other guys from pranks, but Mike thought I did, so he acted like I was was his big brother. Now I’m a crew chief and pretty respected. I usually get to pick my guys for a project, Mike and a couple others are always on the list. We’re definitely best buddies and comfortable with each other. We’re also wicked graphic when we talk about sex, and both need a lot. On most jobs guys never get past “I fucked this gorgeous chick” or “my girlfriend is so fuckin wild”. Right off Mike was way specific like me, he’s the only guy besides me who said he likes it when girls are rough with his dick. Guys I know are more graphic cat calling than when they talk to buddies. They’d never tell a buddy how hard they came “I shot my load” is bout as detailed as they get. Most guys in rough carpentry or concrete are pretty muscular, even if they got fat covering it. But I got no fat. Mostly it’s just lucky genetics tho I like to swim laps after work and play pick up soccer when I can. When girls see your body is muscular but not like a gym muscle I think they like it. Steel muscles where you need them for work. Your arms, chest, your legs. We got no fat but no six packs either. Look, I don’t want you thinking we were secret lovers or something. Not because guys on guy stuff is bad. Lots of dudes into dudes are masculine. but because having self control and getting what you want is wicked masculine. And we didn’t want cock, we wanted pussy. A Couple Years back he met Nan. I liked her right off. She’s a tough chick, doesn’t take any shit. But gorgeous and curvy. Mike said the sex was wild and awesome. Yeah, he was more detailed than that. Last year Nan introduced me to her best friend since she was a kid. They were roomates. Sara made Nan look like a church mouse. She is the wildest girl I ever met. So naturally we started dating. The first night we met we ended up fucking. But she did stuff I’d never even thought of. Slid one of her fingers into my ass. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve butt fucked my share. But her in me! Well I musta made a positive moan cause all of a sudden she screams-“If you like that Bud you’ll love this.” And she buried her face in my ass and ate me out forever. It was weird she kept calling me Bud since that’s what Mike always calls me. Well, I fucked my new bud every way I knew and more. When I wasn’t she often had my meat down her throat. Eventually she had me begging. Sara started by asking me to be polite and say please but then kept wanting more. Before I knew it I sounded like I was her puppy dog.. “Please Sara take it deeper, please, I promise I won’t come. Don’t you like my cock babe?” and on and on. Of course I knew better than to say “Please let me fuck without a condom.” You just don’t. That all happened In Sara’s room. It wasn’t til we wrapped that I even noticed the door had been open the whole time. The next day Mike confessed that he and Nan had watched for quite a while. Nan said all guys are exhibitionists anyway. Not exactly. Mike said he did everything to look away but Nan wouldn’t let him. You never mess with Nan and Sara. If it was anyone other than Mike watching I’d have been more than pissed off and embarrassed. Id’ve punched his face in. But he sounded like a little brother wanting to be like me. I pressed him for specifics partly because you don’t know how you look having sex and also because I couldn’t even remember how we did some of the shit we did. He asked about her eating my ass and I acted like I’d done it dozens of times. “You don’t call it your beautiful big woody do you?” He asked laughing at one point. Sara made it up during one game but Christ, I’d call my cock “Mike” if it got me laid. Nan and Mike also saw me begging Sara to fix my cock. Once she cock teased me til I was dripping puddles of precum onto my stomach. She ran the show for sure. Just hearing Mike retell it gave me a boner. He pointed out the wet stain on my jeans. Weeks later I finally asked him if he saw me begging her. but he reassured me I didn’t look too pathetic and added a bro compliment “I’d give anything to have that much precome” My best friend and his girlfriend had seen my dripping boner, heard me beg a girl and looked straight at my big hairy asshole. Nan and Sara thought it was all hilarious and hot and if Mike just got a raging boner and spread his ass open for my cock we’d all be even….yeah, sure…..

I fucking love eating ass. Really getting my tongue deep in a guy's hole, spreading his cheeks to bury my face in his crack. Hearing him moan at how good it feels. Mostly a bottom but I get rock hard when I'm on my knees eating a guy's pussy like that.

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented. Your reactions, encouragement, and thoughtful words genuinely inspired me to continue. I hope the next part lives up to your expectations. I always appreciate hearing whether you liked it… 😊 Part 10: The STD Clinic's 'Good News' and a Doctor's Toxic Confession The days after the hotel with Mark are a slow-motion torture of hope and disappointment. You don't feel changed. You don't feel converted. You expected something—a profound shift, a physical marker, the "fuck flu" you'd read about in hushed, excited tones online. You monitor yourself meticulously, a daily ritual of self-betrayal. You take your temperature in the morning, check your lymph nodes in the mirror, searching for the slightest sign of swelling, the faintest flush of fever. Nothing. Each day that passes with your body maddeningly normal is another spike of crushing disappointment. The reality is that conversion is silent, invisible, and utterly indifferent to your desperate, pathetic need for proof. You scour the forums again, this time not for thrills, but for reassurance. "It can take weeks," one post says. "Some people never get the flu," another offers, a cold comfort that feels more like a curse. The waiting becomes a form of purgatory. The intimate, ritualistic act with Mark, which was supposed to be the culmination, now feels like it might have been just another hollow fantasy. Eventually, you can't stand it anymore. It has been more than a month since the hotel breeding session with Mark. The uncertainty is worse than any negative result. You have to know. You drive back to the STD clinic, a place that now feels less like a source of shame and more like the only confessional that can offer you absolution or damnation. In the waiting room, you're a different man from the one who sat here before. You're not here to prevent a possibility; you're here to confirm a prayer. You pray you don't get the young doctor. You don’t want to be lectured by a boy who could easily be your son. You want a stranger, someone neutral, a detached clinician who will just draw your blood and read the results. But of course, it's him. Your name is called. You follow him down the same stark white corridor, and he gestures you into the same small, windowless office. "Back for your check-up, I assume," he says, not looking up from the file. "Your PEP pills empty?" "Yeah," you lie, the word feeling like sandpaper in your throat. "Bottle's empty." He nods, satisfied. "Good. We'll do a rapid test today for some immediate peace of mind, and send the full serology to the lab. The results will not be definitive, but this should give us a strong indicator." He prepares the blood draw, his movements practiced and cold. He fills a vial, then uses a small dropper to place a drop of your blood onto a small plastic cassette. "Alright," he says, setting a timer. "Fifteen minutes. We'll call you back in." You walk out of the office and back into the waiting room and sit. Your bladder stirs, a dull, insistent pressure from the water you drank while waiting. You need to piss. You scan the waiting room, a purgatory of shared secrets. A young guy, maybe twenty, sits with his knees pressed together, chewing his fingernails, his face a mask of pure terror. You peg him as a scare, probably a broken condom. He's praying for a negative. Across from him, a burly, tattooed man in a dirty tank top scrolls on his phone, looking bored. He's here for his routine check-up, you think. He already has his answer. In the corner, a handsome man in a suit that costs more than your car stares at a fixed point on the wall, his jaw tight. He's the classic closet case, probably here every three months after a lunch-break hookup at the club downtown. He's praying his wife doesn't find the clinic number on his phone bill. Each of them is a story, a potential carrier, a fellow traveler. You look at the burly, tattooed man and imagine him breeding the scared kid with a poz load that would make the boy's terror turn to tears of joy. You picture the man in the suit on his knees in a back alley, worshipping the anonymous, toxic cock of a stranger he'll never see again. You wonder which of them holds the gift you so desperately crave, which one would be merciful enough to share it. You think of your husband, at work right now, probably oblivious. He has no idea you're here. He has no idea you know about his own bugchasing activities at the local cruising grounds. The need to piss becomes too much. You get up and walk to the men's restroom. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant trying and failing to mask the underlying odor of piss and anxiety. You step into the stall at the back, unzip, and let go, the stream a welcome relief. As you stand there, your eyes drift to the graffiti on the tiled wall dividing the stalls. Amid the crude drawings and phone numbers for cheap lays, one symbol stands out, freshly scratched and aggressive: a biohazard symbol. Below it, a mobile phone number is etched into the grout. You stare at it, your mind momentarily forgetting the test, the doctor, everything. It feels like a sign, a secret invitation left just for you. You finish, shake off, and zip up. You wash your hands, catching your own reflection in the mirror—pale, anxious, and desperate. You return to the waiting room and finally take a seat. The minutes crawl by. Fifteen minutes pass. The nurse hasn't called your name. Twenty. Thirty. The longer you wait, the more your anxiety begins to curdle and twist. The initial fear of a positive result slowly morphs into a sick, excited certainty. They're keeping you this long because the test was positive. The doctor is preparing, maybe even calling in a counselor. This is it. The good news. You're not scared anymore. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, a prayer of thanks on your lips for the gift you're about to receive. Finally, after thirty-seven agonizing minutes, your name is called. When the nurse calls your name again, you follow her back to the same office. The doctor is holding the test cassette, a single, stark line visible in the results window. "Negative," he says, his voice flat, professional, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. He's happy to give you the "good" news. "The rapid test is negative. As expected. The full panel will confirm, but you can breathe easy." The word hits you like a physical blow. Negative. All that hope, all that sick excitement, curdles into a vast, crushing disappointment. You feel the blood drain from your face. He looks at you, expecting to see a wave of relief wash over your face. He expects gratitude. He sees nothing. You feel nothing but a hollow, crushing void. Your expression is a blank wall. He frowns slightly, leaning forward. "You're not relieved," he says. It's not a question. "Why aren't you relieved? Did you want it to be positive?" His directness is a slap. You can't answer. You just stare at the desk. "Look at me," he says, his voice losing its clinical softness, gaining an edge. "You came back here. You were praying for a positive result, weren't you? That's why you're not relieved. Tell me about the fantasy. Is it the risk? The [banned word]? Do you get off on the idea of being sick? Help me understand what makes a man throw away a life-saving medication." "Answer me," he presses, his voice gaining an edge. "Did you take the PEP? You told me the bottle was empty." "I flushed them," you confess, the words barely a whisper. "I flushed them down the toilet the day I got home." The silence that follows is absolute and terrifying. When he finally moves, it's with a sudden, violent energy. He shoves his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor with a screech. He stands, pacing the small space like a caged animal. Even in his rage, he's magnificent. The anger flushes his chest, making the thin fabric of his scrubs cling to his sculpted torso. His power is palpable, a raw, dominant energy that makes your own cock ache with need. "You flushed them?" he roars. "I gave you a get-out-of-jail-free card! A goddamn miracle of modern medicine, and you flushed it? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done? You think this is some hot fantasy? You think living with this is a fucking turn-on?" He stops pacing, right in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, leaning into your space. This is it—the exact same position he was in when he lectured you before, but this time the air is thick with his personal rage. "You have no fucking clue," he spits, his voice cracking with a pain so raw it's almost unbearable. "You think I stand here and lecture you from some ivory tower of health? I'm poz. I'm fucking toxic." The word hangs in the air between you, a bomb detonating in the small room. Your eyes widen. "My partner," he continues, his voice cracking. "He fucked around behind my back. Constantly. Unprotected. Never getting tested, bringing home every bug he could find. He didn't care. He got infected, didn't know. Gave it to me. The man I loved. He's gone. And I'm left with this. This life sentence." He taps his chest, a sharp, angry gesture. "And the meds? The insomnia, the anxiety, the cognitive fog... I can't think straight. The nausea and abdominal cramps are so bad I can't keep food down for days. So I stop. I've been off meds for over two years, just monitoring my CD4. Will only go back on meds if absolutely necessary. I’m so toxic at the moment, I’m frightened of myself." Your cock, which had wilted with the negative result, is now rock-hard, straining against your jeans. You want to fuck the pain right out of him, to breed him with your own negative seed and feel his toxic body accept it. You want him to fuck the fear into you, to make you feel what he feels. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving. In his rage, he's stepped even closer. His scrub pants are right in front of your face. You can't help it. Your eyes drop. You can see the distinct, heavy outline of his cock, his balls. Full of the bugs. He sees it. He follows your gaze down and then back up to your face. The rage in his eyes curdles into something else. A cold, profound disgust. "You're staring!" he accuses, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You're staring at my crotch." Before you can react, he moves. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. His grip is iron. He pulls your hand forward and slams it palm-down against his crotch, forcing you to cup his massive, rigid bulge through the thin fabric. You feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his cock and balls. And you feel something else—cold, hard metal. A thick, heavy ring encircling the base of his rigid cock making it feel even thicker and more potent. It makes his bulge even more prominent, a clear, undeniable sign that he is a top, his cock perpetually primed to blow his toxic load anytime he chooses. He feels your desperate, pathetic gratitude in the way your hand trembles against him. He sees the pure, unadulterated longing in your eyes. And something in him snaps. "You want this?" he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Yes, they are full of bugs," his voice a venomous whisper. "My VL came back only yesterday over 800,000. You want this? This is not an offer; it's a challenge." In a single, violent motion, he yanks you up from the chair. He spins you around and shoves you face-first against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. His hands are rough, tearing at your jeans, wrenching them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the tear of his scrubs, the snap of elastic, and then you feel it—the thick, flared head of his cock, burning hot against your bare ass. "This is what you're asking for," he growls, and then he pushes into you in one long, brutal stroke. A strangled cry escapes your lips. It's pain and it's ecstasy, a fulfillment so sudden and overwhelming it whites out your vision. He doesn't wait for you to adjust. He fucks you with two, three deep, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against your ass, his body a furnace of rage behind you. And then, as suddenly as he entered, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and gaping. You hear a guttural groan and feel the wet heat of his cum splashing across your ass cheeks, a thick, coating of his toxic seed marking you from the outside. He's panting behind you, the sound ragged and broken. "You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for." He shoves you hard, propelling you forward. "Get out," he whispers, his voice dangerously quiet. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

Chapter 5 ———- Josh ——— The gym was dead again and sadly the boy from yesterday wasn’t there. I needed to make my workout quick today anyway so it was for the best. I finished quickly and got back up stairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The furniture delivery was due to get here at 8 or 8:30 and my first appointment was shortly after that. It was originally planned for me to be there to accept the delivery and then one of the apartment concierge staff would supervise the delivery while I went to work (for a fee of course). Sam would be supervising it now so I wanted to make sure the delivery people weren’t crazy and my little bro was safe. When I got back up to the apartment Sam was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and eating cereal. “There is coffee in the pot bro.” He said as I came in. “Thanks, I will get some after my shower.” I replied as I walked through the open living area and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took a quick shower and dressed in my charcoal slacks and a nice peach button down shirt. No tie today. I put on my dress socks and loafers to complete my outfit. I styled my hair with gel and of course flossed, brushed, and hit the mouth wash. When I walked into the kitchen Sam whistled at me. “Big bro looking the hot doctor part!! That’s how you get all those famous people as clients, huh?” “Oh come on now, you know it’s the skill not the look.” I laughed as I answered him. “Yea, I know that you know your shit doc, but hey eye candy never hurts when your getting treated for and injury.” “This is true. Thanks for making the coffee Sammy.” I said using his nickname to tease him. He didn’t bother to respond with anything more than his middle finger before looking down at his phone. “Mom texted while you were working out, my stuff will be delivered this afternoon.” He said as he continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone. “Ok, the furniture delivery people should be here soon. Looks like you will have a day full of unpacking. Also today is a long day for me. I won’t be home till after 6.” “Ok, let’s order some food for dinner than. I’d be down for good Chinese.” “Yea, there a good place just up the way that delivers. I will send you the menu and just let me know what you want and I can put the order in before I head home.” “Sounds good!” He said licking up at me from his phone with a quick smile before looking back down at it. A few minutes later there was a call from the buildings concierge letting me know that the delivery people were here and that a staff member was escorting them up to my apartment. The knock at the door a minute later shifted the morning into overdrive. The two delivery guys were hot but I didn’t have time for empty flirting this morning. I greeted them and then showed them to Sam’s room. Sam was beside me at that point and he explained where he wanted the bed, nightstands, dresser, and desk. While the guys headed back down to the garage to get the furniture via the service elevator I helped Sam move his luggage and the decor we bought yesterday to the living room. That way the guys would have full access to the room. They were just bringing up the first pieces of furniture, it looked to be the bed frame, when it was time for me to head out. I gave Sam the money to tip them when they were done and went to fist bump him goodbye. He surprised me by wrapping me in a hug instead which I gladly embraced. Then he released me and casually went back to the living room and his phone. I was deep in thought as I walked down to the car. We were not a big touchy family. Hugs and kisses were normally saved for moe special things like goodbye that would be for months not just for the work day. I shrugged it off and climbed in the Audi and headed to work. I couldn’t be late for this client. She was very wealthy and the type that didn’t want to be kept waiting. But she was nice otherwise and referred lots of her rich socialite friends to the practice so making sure to be on time was worth it. I got to the office with about 20 minutes to spare before the appointment and was greeted by Lenny, one of our physical therapist and the person who worked with me with on clients the most. “Hey there boss, it’s gonna be a long day! We have a lot to do, but luckily we have a lunch window.” He said, his accent just barely reflecting his southern upbringing. He was born and raised in the south but got out as soon as he could. He wasn’t as lucky as me and had to work hard and put himself through college as he worked since his family disowned him for being gay. He was a couple years older than me, about 5’9, very thin and wiry build, had beautiful light brown skin from his mom being white and dad black, black hair, and very sexy brown bedroom eyes that always looked ready to seduce you. He also has a nice 6.5 inch cut cock along with a fantastic ass and hole that I had bred many times. He is the definition of a total bottom and is poz unmedicated like me. We found each other shortly after I started working at the practice and have been fucking ever since. Me recharging his toxic hole whenever we had a chance. Him mentioning our lunch break meant he’d be taking my fat raw poz dick and dirty cum for lunch. “Oh? Well that’s good. How long will I have to use your holes?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. “We have an hour and a half window so as long as the schedule cooperates we will have enough time to fuck and have some food.” He said as he came over and reached down into my lap and started to massage my dick through my slacks. I looked to the unlocked door and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Which lasted a few minutes and included me reaching down the back of his scrubs, where he didn’t have any underwear on, and fingering his hole. He unzipped me and was stroking my now rock had cock. I pulled him to his knees as I swiveled my chair toward him and guided his mouth down on my dripping cock. I used my hand on the back of his neck to force him deeper on my dick and making him gag on it. He loved when I did that and always asked for the hardest throat fuck I could give. It took about 5 minutes of me really using his throat, to the point he almost passed out from lack of oxygen, to make me flood his throat with my charged cum. He pulled off my wet dick and moved up to kiss me and share what was left of my cum that he hadn’t swallowed. We parted and he grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and cleaned off my cock before tucking me away and zipping me back up. We stood up at the same time and had one last peck before we went about preparing for our client that was due any minute. The morning few by. We had 4 appointments before lunch and managed to only get behind by 15 minutes. Lenny came into my office after walking the last patient out carrying two salads and two flavored waters. We had ordered lunch and apparently it had been delivered during the last appointment. He had grabbed it from the front desk while he was up there. He locked the door behind him and he put the food in the small mini-fridge I kept in my office. We wouldn’t eat till after I had filed his poz hole. I walked over to the sofa and sat down as he put the food away. He followed me over, slowly stripping his clothes away as he approached. He was naked by the time he got to me and bent over to kiss me. He was a beautiful person inside and out that was blessed with a gorgeous body! His dick was fully hard and swayed as he walked. His eyes went from the normal flirty to burning with sexual desire. While he liked to be throat fucked hard, and he was normally a sub bottom boy, I knew from that look he was in his more dom headspace. My role today was to sit there and let him use me as a riding mount. His kiss was deep and passionate. He took control and owned my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands roamed my pecks till they came to rest on my nipples. He played with them as our tongues danced together. My dick was cramped and screaming to be let out so it could grow to its full potential. Luckily Lenny stopped our kissing and kneeled on the floor in front of me as he moved his hands down undoing my button, unzipping my fly, and pulling down my slacks enough to have the right access for my cock to be at the right angle for him to ride it. One set of his fingers went back to my nipples as his other hand stroked my rapidly hardening cock. He took my free nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and then lightly nibbled on it. A deep growl escape from my throat as he bit down. He paused long enough to reach over to the side table and grab the surround sound remote to turn on the classical music we always played when we took lunches (both regular lunches or “lunches”) to help cover the sound. The walls were thick but we still did it to help cover our fucks just in case. He rose from his knees to straddle my lap as he kissed me on my lips first then he moved my head to the side and kissed my earlobe and then down my neck. His hole was teasing my now precum covered poz uncut cock. He’d let my head hit his hole just enough to feel it but not enter it as he continued to drive me crazy with neck kisses. “Please sit on it!! I need to feel your hole wrapped around my big fat uncut raw poz cock!!” I begged after I couldn’t take much more of the teasing. “Oh, you want my sweet raw charged hole around you? Want to mix that toxic precum in my hole with my strain?” “Fuck yes!!! I need to give you my strain again!! It’s been to long!!” “Mmmm, yea? The weekend without my prefect poz hole is hard, but I am sure you had plenty of hole.” He teased my cock more as I felt him smile against my neck. This was our normal routine on Mondays. Telling each other who we fucked over the weekend. “I had a great night Friday and I got to deposit my toxic cum in neg hole. Yesterday morning I bred a stranger in the gym sauna. But, my sexy straight brother got here and has been driving me crazy. Walking around in underwear or nothing at all. His giant uncut dick hanging out and that prefect ass taunting me.” I practically whined. “Oh? So little brother got into town early? And he is hot and hung? Interesting” he said as he moved to the other side of my neck. “Yea, and due to him getting here 3 day early I didn’t have a bed for him so we have been sharing one. Naked!” I exclaimed. “Mmm that’s a hot mental picture. You and your brother naked in bed!” He said as his hole caught on my head again and he put just enough pressure to let the tip of it in. “You have no clue! He’s got me so rilled up all day I can’t stand it!” “Well then maybe big brother needs to try and convert little bro. In more than one way.” He said with a hint of slyness in his voice. “That be so hot!! Knocking up my straight brother and making his hole mine! Riding his last neg load from his big uncut dick!!” My cock jerked in his hole and let out a huge glob of precum. “Oh, you really do want him! My hole got good and wet from that spasmand you saying that you’d bottom for him can only mean you want him bad!!” He said in surprise. “Yea, but I couldn’t risk it. The family would freak. And it’s not worth that. I will be ok, it’s only six months. It just means I will have to use your hole daily.” I said as Lenny continued to tease the head of my dick in his hole without moving any further down it. “Yea, illy hole is here whenever you need. But we will have to talk more about that. Brainstorm.” He said as he took the first inch of my fat uncut dick into his hole. I just moaned in response to his hole gripping my dick and the thought of us planning a way to poz my little brother. Our conversation stopped there as Lenny took charge and started to ride my full 7.5 inches. Slow at first then going faster and faster. Clapping his ass against my thighs as he rode me like a stallion. Telling me how bad he wanted my toxic babies in him. How his hole needed to be filled with my unmedicated highly viral cum. How he wanted my dirty load to recharge him. I just moaned as he rode me. After about 10 minutes of him bucking on my rock hard dick I was close to cumming. “I am going to fucking shoot my poz cum deep in you!!! I am fucking cumming!! Get ready to be knocked up again!!” I growled as I unload deep in his already poz hole. “Fuck yes!!! Mix our strains!!” He moaned as he stroked his cock and his cum exploded all over my abs. Luckily not getting any on my shirt. He collapsed on top of me and we sat there resting for a minute with my cock still deep in his hole plugging my cum in him. He slowly raised off my cock and sat beside me. “That was so hot! Picturing you and your brother as I rode you!! Fuck.” “Yea it was. But it won’t happen.” I said with a resigned shrug as I got up and pulled my pants and underwear into place. “Hmmm we will see about that.” He said as he stood and walked to the attached private bathroom to drop off my kids before dressing. It was sad to know he’d not be keeping them but we couldn’t have them leaking out while we worked. I got out the salads and waters from the mini-fridge and put them on the desk. I laid everything out and sat in my chair as I buttoned up my shirt and then combed my hair so it went from looking just fucked to professional. Lenny came out and sat at the desk naked as we chatted more about Sam’s arrival and how we spent the weekend. He told me about his weekend and the guys he let breed him. My work iPad light up on the desk as the beep of Lenny’s hand held device sounded. Both signaled that the next patient had arrived. Lenny went to get them as I cleared the desk and then meet them in the exam room. The afternoon zoomed from there and when we wrapped up it was after 6. I walked with Lenny out and said goodbye at his jeep. On the drive home I found myself wondering what Sam had been up to all day. How didn’t furniture delivery go? Did his stuff from home arrive ok? I hadn’t been able to really check in. He had texted me a few times saying all was going well and to give me his Chinese order. That was all I got, nothing very detailed so it left me curious. I guess I’d find out soon. ————- I appreciate everyone being so patient and all the positive feedback. Hopefully I can get chapters done sooner but no promises, lol. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!!!

Amazing feeling of being fucked after being filled with hot piss. Your cunt full and leaking as your top opens your hole up with each thrust. The feeling of the hot piss dribbling down your legs and pooling around your knees and then as he pushes you face down….it works its way to your face. Pig heaven.

Needs filled.

More precisely we met first in my hotel room where you came with an already bred ass. I ate this jizz out of your hole, replaced with mine and after this we went to the bull. We went to bull again and met other parties. We collected lots of loads and fucked many times. 🐽😈 It’s time to repeat.

I've always wondered why some LGBT, black, people with disability, etc. choose to vote for far-right movements but maybe it's the wrong question: what do progressives WRONG, that's more complex to answer IMHO, our positions are fragile and we must try to gain people's trust again. Starting from self-criticism, by beginning to look around our "comfort zone". I don't mention Trump specifically because it's all over the world. Italy has Salvini and Vannacci, two pro-Trump/putin folks. Meloni, the prime-minister, is a woman, and is right-wing oriented; less extreme than the other two, but there she is. In France, Marine Le Pen is a woman, and is far-right. Last but not least, Alice Weidel from Germany is lesbian, married to a non-white woman, adopted 2 or 3 kids. And she's one leader of AFD, Alternative Für Deutschland far-right party (Elon Musk has attempted and attempts to pressure Europe to follow far-right). In UK there's Nigel Farage, in Hungary we know Orbân, south America has its far-right movements too. Not to talk about Santiago Abascal (Vox party) in Spain. Well, there are many, many women and LGBT folks voting for these. From my progressive point of view though, I think it's too easy, dramatically too easy, to pose this question: "why do they vote this way?" I think the question must be reversed: what did WE do wrong? If we want people's trust again, we should think back. Talking about inclusion in many perspectives, not thinking we're the only ones to have the correct way of thinking. One guy here has already brought the "diversity policies" in companies matter. I am not against the philosophy originating DEI itself, because most people self-claimed "pro-merit" are the ones who feel as their own human right, to discriminate someone for sex orientation, skin color, disability, HIV status, etc. The American army itself is pro-merit, against DEI, and if you are trans or HIV positive you have no longer chances. A white, hetero and neg, has more chances than another, for their anti-DEI policy. So? If extreme DEI is wrong, the other one is worse! The conflict exists, needless to pretend nothing; if I have to hire a programmer and have two candidates, but one free place only. And I have one white-hetero-cis without disabilities, and I have a [random underrepresented group] person. With SAME professional skills. I would make a mistake hiring the one """normal""" _because he's """normal""" and the same I'd be wrong to hire the other one _because_ they're [part of random underrepresented group]. Laws about diversity should consider this: "test abilities of both, put both on an apprentice period, then choose according to real merit". On the paper, both can write anything inside a resume or linkedin profile. But they can't lie if they face work head-on. The wrong way is forcing to hire percentages of underrepresented. If you have to hire 50 percent latinos and a Caucasian with suitable experience comes to your place, sending him away because then you overcome the percentage of caucasians, isn't appropriate. Same for the opposite. If you have already overcome the percentage of [underrepresented] and you have another one coming, while no """normalized""" ones with same skills, you should hire that one. I even know about companies who prefer paying penalties rather than hiring people with disability. Because there is no EDUCATION about it, percentages without awareness are just slogans. I also have to tell this. In 2022 I came out at work as HIV positive. No issue after that, but it's another story. But at yearly webinar/course on diversity and inclusion, I took the mic, brutally: you discuss about feeling comfortable in talking about religion, sexuality, disability, skin color. But which DEI program counts HIV? Who would feel comfortable to talk about health this way? Who is on ease when sharing they are under chemoterapy regime for cancer? Inclusion is complex, is not just made of charts and propaganda. Facts, folks. Facts. I almost covered half the webinar as the teacher had NOTHING MORE to say. I was hired for my skills in computer and security, not for my status and sex orientation; I kept it private for years. Gradually building trust, and coming out when I felt on ease to, not being obliged to. DEI should make you feel comfortable in being yourself REGARDLESS of who you are, not about hiring someone just for "diversity" criteria. Then, about progressive extremism vs. far-right, I'd suggest a book to read, for reflection: it's by Caroline Fourest, offended generation. I think it's in English as well. I hope, at least! And about far-right / politics, I think safety is the key they're pushing, and we must be aware it's a problem. Computer attacks, on-street attacks, my mother has been robbed a couple weeks ago; there are too many folks who do not follow the simple rules (even pissing on monuments), then far-right propaganda pushes on immigrants only, while this behaviour comes from anywhere. But with those problems at least perceived as urgent, far-right has found the simplest way to persuade people of being able to solve it. And they fell into the trap.

Whew! Doc has some anger issues.

Had some "ex sex" today. Agreed to help an ex with decluttering/reorganizing. Knocked out the laundry area in under 2 hours. To thank me he sucked me for quite a while then I bred him then we went out for lunch.

I was ghosted by a promising top, and decided I was clean, cleaned out and HORNY so went to Buddies in Colorado Springs and climbed into the sling and was thankfully fucked twice in 15 minutes and so relieved!

My most recent fuck was a few days ago. I had a weekday off and decided to take the opportunity to try something new. I had been sucking cock at an porn arcade that has gloryholes for the last few months, and I wanted to try getting fucked through the hole. After chatting with a couple other locals online I knew which booth was best for fucking, I got my ass ready and headed out with just my poppers and a bottle of lube. The parking lot for the ABS only had a few cars in it, and I was a little worried I wouldn't get any action. I paid entry for the arcade and made my way through the maze of booths to the far corner where I was advised to go. This booth was more of a mess than any of the other ones I've been in, there were several discarded tissues on the floor and a used condom on the seat, but the gloryhole did look a little wider than the other ones I'd seen so I knew this was the right one. I turned on the video player and picked a gay gloryhole video, and took a hit of poppers to get in the slutty mood. I undressed to just socks, jock, and a tank top, and while I was undressing the first cock came through the hole. I instinctively kneeled to face it. It was average size, uncut, with brown skin (he could have been Latino or mixed, but it's hard to tell in the dark). After taking a moment to admire it, I took a deep sniff of his penis, followed by a deeper sniff of my poppers, and sucked him with a hunger. I took the bottle of lube out of my pants pocket, squirted some on my fingers, and began massaging my hole while I sucked him hard. Once he was hard enough to fuck, I slathered some lube on his cock and turned around, letting him heel my ass cheeks with his cock. I tried to direct his cock into my ass with my hand but had a hard time with it, so I just pressed my ass up against the hole to let him take control. I took another hit of poppers as I felt his bare cockhead kiss my anus and push into me. I don't know if it was because he was uncut or because of the poppers but his warm hard cock sank into me comfortably, and I was completely lost in the moment enjoying the uninhibited, sleazy sexual thrill. After a few minutes of fucking me, he pulled out, I turned around, kneeled, and sucked him hard again, then pressed my ass back against the hole for him to use. I took a few more hits of poppers as he really began to pound me, moaning and asking him to cum in me. He groaned and shot a load deep in me, and then pulled out, presenting his softening cock through the hole for me to service one more time. I sucked the cum and lube off of his cock, and whispered a "thank you" through the hole. The other guys in the arcade must have heard the fun we were having because immediately after he left a new long, black cock came through the hole, and before long I was riding it as well. I don't think he came in me, but I'm not certain. A few minutes after he left, a white cock came through the hole, and I spent several minutes sucking it, but unfortunately he didn't get hard enough to fuck me, and I decided to call it a night. I felt hot and sweaty in the booth now, got dressed, and pocketed the used condom to jerk off with later that night. Not only was it my first time being fucked through a gloryhole, but it was my first time being fucked bare anonymously, and it definitely won't be the last.

I also love piss fuck on both sides. Here I am the top. Anyway this is from a video if anyone is interested. 😜

At Club San Diego on Friday in the sling.

Anger issues as @drscorpio... but also knows about gifting, and the throw away of the word 'yet' - looking forward to seeing who marks our man first, and whether his hubby gets sick first or not?

Holy shit - that went from a slow burn to a full on assault soooooo fast. ("You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for.") Interesting, Doc have something in mind?

i appreciate what i perceive as the intent of this, and perhaps i can add to the point of my questions for clarification. i think that proposing "what did we do wrong" is to propose self reflection, which i will always agree with. To ask: "why did you vote for Trump," is different that asking "why do they vote this way." i think you may infer something that is not implied. It is not a question with judgement attached, it is a literal query asked with the intention of trying to find out and understand the reason/s individuals voted for Trump. i do not presume their reasons to be good or bad. Thus the follow-up question: "do you believe you got what you voted for." i believe we can gain insight into our self through self reflection, but i believe it is never a perfect process because we are all imperfect beings. So, while i think it is important to develop skills of introspection, i believe it is valuable, even vital, to look for input from others, with the understanding that they, like us, are also imperfect beings. To me, mature exchange involves mutual acknowledgment of our ability to be wrong, and a desire to see something as it is as best as we can. In that mutual pursuit of insight, i think we can help each other see and understand better. i can ask myself "what did we do wrong," but that does not mean i will see the same things that another might see. i may totally miss seeing things if all i do is ask myself. Asking those who voted for Trump: "why did you vote for Trump," is an open ended question that can be answered by them pointing out what they believed is/was wrong with Harris, for instance. Or, they may simply cite a Trump position and answer what voted for vs what they voted against. Either way, it can give us more understanding of their point of view to ask them vs just speculating on our own.

At age 67 the vast majority of men who top me are younger, mostly in the 30-50 range. A few have been in their 20s, a few 50+, but as straight women have pointed out men in my age bracket look for younger partners mostly. I've been fortunate to find some tops who can appreciate the level of, er, experience I have. 😏 Other than pursuing possibly illegal connections, I'm open to all - literally and figuratively!

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Luke Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 4156830386 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Union Square SF Times you're generally not available: I try to be available 24/7 Age: 24 Height: 5'6" Weight: 130lbs Ethnicity: white

I think drinking a man’s piss is extremely intimate. For that reason I don’t do it often. I have a regular fuck bud that I really connect with and he feeds me his piss. He enjoys it and because I have a trust and more than casual intimacy with him I enjoy it as well. This may be just how I run but for me it’s a true connection. Even more than cum.

After a few minutes Jane and I got dressed and went to the bar. We got to the bar and hung out with her friends. I used my fake ID to buy drinks. Jane is older than me at 22 it helped make me look older when she got carded first. After the bar I took her home and then went back to my place. Jane asked me to come inside her place but I had a lot to drink and needed to get to bed. She wasn't happy. On the way back to her place she even was rubbing my leg and cock. It got a little aroused but not rock hard as usual. She kept trying to rub me but it only got slightly hard. We got to her place I kissed her and she got out of the car a bit miffed. When I got home I changed into underwear and an old sleeping shirt. It was tight and didn't go all the way down to my waist. Also all my usual underwear whites were dirty so I had to use one that my gf gave me last Christmas. It was a spandex like low-rise bikini style brief. It showed a lot up front and in the back. She liked when I wore it. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I put my stuff into the cabinet, I looked at his medicine bottles. The script was dated from 3 years ago and both bottles were empty. I went back to the bedroom and looked up the drugs out of curiosity. Holy crap. He has HIV. A bunch of things ran through my head. He touched me, I let him eat my cum, he touched my cock. We were in the pool together. He stuck his fingers in my mouth. A rush of emotions flooded me as well anger, frustration, and even excitement. I sat down and relaxed. I needed to calm down. I'm not some uneducated person. I know it can only be transmitted via body fluids or blood. Jane and I took tests before we had sex. I am better than this. I calmed down and felt better about it. I like Rick, he has been really good to me and I want to be supportive of him. My cock got a hard from the excitement which I felt strange about. I rubbed it a few times. I kept thinking why I am I getting aroused. I thought of Rick, hanging out at the pool with him, the way he looked at me, the way touched me the way he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I was rock hard now and leaking precum. But he has HIV I thought. I couldn't figure out why I was still hard as a rock. It was a little after 1am and I was tired. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Sorry for my mistake in what i posted. Here you go. As I felt my cock leak more precum, i grabbed my cock and pulled it back under my stomach to hide it from Rick. "You didn't have to do that. It was fine there. I'll clean up the mess", Rick said "Ohhh sorry about that, I can clean it up", i said lifting my head turning back" i said quickly trying not to turnover and show my hard cock. "Don't worry I can clean it up. I want to." Rick said As I looked back he had scooped up the precum on his two fingers. They were glistening in the sun light. He then put them in his mouth and sucked his fingers all while looking at me. "Hmmm you taste good" he said "Thanks I didn't know that.", I said uncomfortably "Cmon dude. I know you are straight but don't tell me you never tasted your cum while jacking off to porn." Rick said laughing in a joking manner "Maybe once I did", I confessed "And how did it taste?", Rick asked "Okay I guess it was a while back", i replied "Why not try now?" Rick said "Oh I thought you licked all up already" i replied confidently "I doubt that" Rick said "Turn over", Rick said "Huh?", I replied" "Turn over now", he said sternly I turned over. "I thought so. Boys and your cocks. Constantly hard and leaking. You have such a nice cock", he said looking at me I looked down without surprise as I could feel it. My groin and pubes were all wet with precum. The lounge chair too. I was relieved my cock wasn't erect anymore but it was turgid. "There's is plenty to taste here. I am glad you enjoyed your massage. Lets clean you up first", he said He took his hand and rubbed it in my groin area almost caressing me, trying to get his fingers all wet with my juice. It sent thrills direct to my cock and it started to get hard in front of him instantly. "Your cock has a mind of its own. Look at it begging for attention." Rick said smiling. As he was rubbing his fingers in my pubes and groin trying to wet his fingers and scoop up all the precum he ran against my cock and brushed the head. It throbbed in front of him and leaked more precum. I let out a soft moan. "Ohhh its excited now and wants more attention I see. Shall we help it out", He said while his hand still rubbing my groin and brushing my cock. I had to admit it felt amazing. My phone rang. It was Jane she called to tell me she made a reservation and would see me there. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you." Jane said I looked back at Rick he was still touching me and finally scooped up a bunch and placed his precum soaked fingers at my lips all while staring at me. He went back and tried to scoop up more precum. I tried to not moan it felt so good. "I miss you too gotta go." I said huredly and hung up the phone. He kept touching me my cock was erect and leaking. "That's nice that you miss her. You mean it", Rick asked while tyring to get more precum but just really rubbing my going and brushing my hard cock. "Yeah sure", I said my body was feeling good and my eyes let our a moan. "Yeah I thought so. Open up beautiful Dan, taste yourself", he said staring in my eyes. I opened up my mouth and let his fingers in. "Suck my fingers and taste yourself. Lick them clean.", he said our eyes locked I slowly sucked his fingers and licked his fingers. He then pushed his fingers deeper in my mouth. I gagged a bit and he pulled back and then he started to run them lightly on my gums and mouth like massaging my mouth, it help me relax, he did it in a sensual way and my mouth opened more and saliva formed and now I was sucking his fingers. "Good boy lick it clean. You enjoyed it didn't you.", Rick asked It felt weird the way he touched the inside of my mouth was so soft and sensual and my precum did taste good. I nodded. My phone beeped and I looked at it. Jane sent hearts. Rick could see the phone message. "You going to reply", Rick asked "Maybe later I don't know. ", I said to stop the moment and think about it. My head was a little fuzzy. My cock was hard and so much emotion and feeling going thru me. My cock was rock hard and leaking and my body was so aroused. I paused and took a deep breath. "Why don't we finish tanning. We didn't enough sun. That sound ok?" Rick suggested I nodded. "Do you mind me grabbing a last taste.", he asked. I said no. His fingers rubbing against my groin and brushing against my cock again and then scooping up the leak on the chair and brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers while our eyes were locked again. "You taste sweet. I bet your cum tastes delicious." Rick said sucking his fingers savoring my leak. "Ohhh again you boys and your hard cocks." Rick laughed as just from his touching of my cock made it throb again and push out leaking precum. I turned back over and let out a sigh. Rick rubbed and squeezed my butt softly. "Just relax and get a nice tan." he said I did. I started to reflect on the afternoon. I did feel relaxed and free and not judged or stress. I dozed off. I woke up Rick was sitting up looking at me. I looked at my phone. It was 5:15pm. "Holly crap I'm going to be late" I said. "Sorry you were resting and I didn't want to wake you up." Rick said "You should have woke me. I am going to be late." I said "Relax. Its only 10 minutes away just text here you are going to be a little late." Rick said I breathed...."Yes you are right", I said I got up, helped Rick clean up the food plates and empty beer bottles. He whistled at me. "Oh my boy you have a lovely tan. Especially your ass, no tan lines. It is so hot. You are beautiful Dan you really are" Rick said "Thank you.", i said blushing. His comment made me feel beautiful and sexy. As I stood and faced him and turned and walked to back to the house, I could feel his eyes devour me. It felt strangely gratifying and made me feel sexy.

Apologies for spelling and grammar. Enjoy I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf.

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